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[[Planck is steered roughly and unceremoniously ahead of his two soldier drone escorts. While we cannot see where he is being led, it is obvious enough that he is dreading something. One soldier places a huge hand on Planck's shoulder and brings him to a halt.]]Soldier: Wait here.

[[The soldiers turn around and exit, leaving Planck in a small, round room by himself. There are no furnishings. There is a rounded doorway on the side of the room opposite where he entered, as well as a display panel written in the Greys' symbolic alien script. The door behind him makes a <<TSHF>> sound as the soldiers exit.]]Planck: [Tentatively] Um... hello?[[Another Grey voice crackles over an intercom.]]Voice: State your designation.